Chapter 661
Chapter 661:
In the back of a speeding SUV, Skye looked at the screen Parker was sharing. She saw Lucian’s face, the smugness masking the panic. She saw Tiffany reaching for the pen.
“He’s not getting that money,” Skye vowed. “Parker, can you delay the transfer p>
“I can try to flag it as suspicious, but if she uses her biometric key, it overrides the bank’s hold,” Parker said, his fingers flying across the virtual keyboard. “You need to stop her physically. Or give her a reason to stop p>
“We’re twenty minutes out,” Liam said from the driver’s seat, his knuckles white on the wheel. “We won’t make it before she signs p>
“Then we need a distraction inside,” Skye said. “Someone already there p>
“There’s no one,” Parker said. “Wait… I’m cycling through the perimeter cams. There’s a woman at the front gate. Arguing with security p>
Skye frowned. “Who p>
Parker zoomed in. The grainy image resolved into a disheveled figure in a trench coat, blonde hair wild, waving a shoe at the camera.
“No way,” Parker laughed, a sound of pure disbelief. “It’s Victoria p>
“Victoria?” Skye asked. “She’s supposed to be in jail p>
“She must have made bail,” Parker said, checking a database. “Arthur cut her off, but she has friends in low places. Or she pawned her jewelry. Either way, she looks… unhinged. She’s perfect p>
Skye smiled, a cold, predatory expression. “Let her in, Parker. Hack the gate p>
“With pleasure,” Parker said.
On the screen, the heavy iron gates of the White Estate groaned and began to slide open.
The invitation had been digital, blasted out to Tiffany’s entire social circle in a moment of manic excitement. Engagement of the Century. Tonight. White Estate. It was meant to be exclusive, a fortress against the world, but security breaches worked both ways.
Skye stared at the forwarded invite on her phone. “He’s trying to legitimize his escape fund by turning it into a wedding gift,” she said. “If that money clears, he vanishes. And he takes Tessa as his insurance policy p>
𝖵e𝗋𝘪fie𝗱 𝘤𝗈ո𝗍е𝘯𝘁 о𝗻 𝘣𝖾𝗹ո𝗼𝘷𝘦𝗹𝘀.𝘤𝗼𝘮
“We need to breach the perimeter,” Alistair said, checking the load in his sidearm. He was in the back seat with Skye, looking less like a butler and more like the lethal operative he was. “The walls are patrolled. If we go in loud, he might execute the hostage p>
“We go in quiet,” Skye said. “Until we can’t p>
At the White Estate gate, chaos was unfolding. Victoria Hayes, disowned, disgraced, and currently running on caffeine and pure spite, had found her way here. She didn’t know about the manhunt or the kidnapping. She only knew that Lucian, her ex-fiancé, was marrying some “construction trash” named Tiffany in her city.
“Open this gate!” Victoria shrieked, banging her Louboutin heel against the intercom box. “I know he’s in there! Tell him Victoria is here! Tell him he owes me a settlement p>
The guards were confused. They had orders to shoot intruders, but this was a crying socialite in a trench coat.
Suddenly, the gate motor whirred. The electronic lock clicked open.
“Huh?” Victoria blinked, lowering her shoe. She didn’t question it. She smoothed her hair, put her shoe back on, and marched through.